Long Jingfeng clapped along with the old lady, and he asked the woman beside him, "This woman pretending to be Helian You, is she Lu Xiaoyou?"
"It's her." The woman responded in a low voice.
Long Jingfeng looked at the two people in the dance floor and sighed softly, "Truly eye-opening."
Standing beside the dance floor, Long Zeye was also applauding, but his eyes were cold, while the smile on his face was vibrant.
When Lu Xiaoyou was kissed to the point of oxygen deprivation, she leaned her face back, distancing herself from the man's lips.
Suspended between their lips was a silver thread that broke apart, as she stuffed a human head into the man's hands.
Long Xiliang held Long Yinghua's head and smiled wickedly, "I really like this gift."
Lu Xiaoyou lifted her blood-stained fingertips slightly, prompting Long Yinxiao to glance behind himself.
